On a morning that most were unaware of, Aventurine, the man known for his extreme schemes and high-stakes way of doing things, was simply in his bed.

The buttons of his black, silken sleepwear were all undone, save for the one near his chest. The man's left arm was over the side of his face, shielding his amethyst eyes from the gentle morning light seeping into his bedroom.

Like everyone else, even people like him had their fair share of mundane mornings. Well, this one would've been mundane had it not been for the person beside him.

Aventurine looked beside himself with a little smile, his free arm wrapped snug around the waist of his bed partner from the previous night, his emerald shawl also draped over both of them.

"Someone's gotten cozy," he chuckled quietly, "I didn't know I was comfortable."